#TBT - Midnight Muse

HolaHolaHola Beautifuls!

The following was one of BB's first posts back in 2011. Wow and Woah. Si, it's been that long. Some things have changed, like the colored font, more Spanglish, but the Midnite Muse still beckons for her nightimes conversations...  hope you enjoy this BB Bounceback.

Midnite, la medianoche, on Tuesdays, this is the time my Muse decides to be a minx and starts to meander in my mind.

Never mind that I know BB's blog comes out every Wednesday. Never you mind I need complete quiet... maybe that's part of the problem. Complete quiet? In a Cuban household? All together now-JU SO FONI !!!

I actually was able to have a post written a week before time, but that's like losing 5 pounds before the holidays. You lose it to look good but then start partying and gain back the 5 plus an extra 10 pounds. The time I wrote the early post I was up South, but I've been with family in Miami for almost a month now so I've gained those 10 pounds figuratively and literally.

Seriously though, what is it about waiting until the last momento? Is it perspiration over procastination that thrills me, or am I waiting for a better subject for my post? Perhaps it's both. I'm Cuban, so I'm always in a hurry to savor the good things in life. I know, Extreming.

My Midnite Muse- of course being Cuban she isn't always punctual. If I'm lucky she'll be running on time (which for Cubans is an hour late), if it's a milagro she'll be running American time (which is the actual time specified) but for the most part she starts cooking around 2 a.m. Si, 2 a.m. This is the hour she's had her cafecito and is positive hers is the only voice I hear.

Aha, a true CAP pero que vamos hacer?

Es mia, she's mine-

and besides, she's brilliant.

; )

Babushka Besos a todos. Cuidensen.

P.S. Beautifuls, her name is Marta.

BBisms- My Answer to Late Posts

 I'm about to show my multiculturalness. Quee?? JU SO FONII!!! Ok si, more so than usual. HolaHolaHola My Beautifuls, hoy BB is going to write about what she does when she hasn't had time or chosen what to write about.  My Midnite Muse, Martinique has not adjusted well to my new married status.  She needs to be the only voice I pay attention to, so now  inspirations only come while I shower. Needless to say I'm running up quite the water bill. And of course, should you and Babushka ever meet, those wrinkles you see are from meditating with My Muse.  De veras.  ::blankblink::  Continuing.

I try to post every Wednesday and Saturday.  Used to post by midnite the day before, then I tried by 3 pm on those days.  Nope. NanaNina.  My American side is frantic over my tardiness and my Cuban side is, "ya vendra, drink another cafécito and taykitizy" - that's "take it easy" for the Cubaneo deprived.  So I've learned to compromise.  On Feibu I have started BBisms.  When you see these you will know a post is a comin' but Marti is waiting till I hit the showers with the tropical scented bodywash. Si, it must be tropical scented to make her want to dance; I tried coffee/vanilla scented and all she wanted to do was eat.  

So here are some of the BBisms I've posted.

and although this hasn't been posted as a BBism yet, we must have our Classic Babushka-

From Foni to Inspirational to Life Observations- I hope you've enjoyed my answer to Late Posts.

Oh! And I'd appreciate knowing how you get your Muse moving, 'cause Pruneface should only be in the comic strips.

; ) 

Babushka Besos a todos.  Cuidensen.

February- The Month of Love Part III

Time for Part III... now what shall it be? 

 I've done sight and taste- let me not choose in haste.

It's San Valentin- oh muse don't be mean!

Si, I know you won't be rushed, but  ideas, they are hushed.

Left are touch, hear, and smell... por Dios, can this end well?

Says the muse, 

"Not without me honey."

to which I answer, 

" JU SO FONII !!!"

::Sigh::  

Now you see why BB doesn't write poetry.

OK, Marti informed me (with tears streaming down her face from laughing) that she would inspire me on smell, because that's what my attempt of prose did- smell.   JAHAJAHAJA
Muses... you gotta love 'em !?!?

The reasons to love our sense of smell-

Café, roses, scented candles...

but mainly Café

The aroma of baking bread

and the most wonderful smell of all-

BABIES

Truly miss the last one, but I'll be strong and double up on the first two. 

; )  

 Hope everyone had a wonderful Valentine's Day with lots of love.

Babushka Besos a todos.  Cuidensen.

P.S.  The beautiful baby in this post is Prince J.  He's the son of my Godson Cnotez who's birthday is today, although it seems to his madrina that he was just a baby himself.  Happy Happy y mucho amor C!

February- The Month of Love Part II

Ok, Martinique my Muse, petname Marti (not to be confused with martyr, though being a CAP she can definitely play that part) was none too happy with me today.  Seems she didn't appreciate me cleaning the house on the day I should dedicate to her.  Truth be known it wasn't my idea of a fun day either, but when walking through your house becomes a state approved obstacle/training course it's time for a little cleaning up.  Operative word- little.  Gathered all items into a line, spread my homemade rug freshner (yes I make my own, cheap frugal genius that I am) and vacuumed on both sides of the line. Whaaaaatttt?? You thought I put everything away?  JU SO FONII !!!  

Bueno, para no cansarte, I got tired after that (and my regular 10 hours of Twitter & Feibu) and took a nap. The "nap" lasted 7 hours.  Jolting from sleep I asked Marti what happened to her usual 2 am appearance?  She just smiled and said, "Asi es, that's what you get when you're not all rested up and waiting for my brilliance."   ::sigh::  Lesson learned.

After making Martinique her cafecito just the way she likes it- fuerte with lots of sugar and espumita, she informs me that we will be continuing The Month of Love.  "Si, I sense that's a good topic, y vamos usar that- Amor via the senses." "Oye, no hay cookie with this café?"

And so dear reader, there you have it- BB's 1st series.  I suppose the last post would fall under the sense of Sight, so this one will be for the sense of Taste.  Soul of Cubana that I have I would have started with this sense as all our views,beliefs, sayings, come down to comida, pero, I'm not questioning her- as I said, lesson learned.

But of course I had to start off with this one. 

 How tempting, aprobo and perfect verdad?

Oh my.  Perfection once again.

If I am to truly continue the series I must once again mention individuals who merit attention.  For this post no one but Janet Christina of Sweet Temptations comes to mind.

Chocolate Covered Oreos.

Red Roses Oreo

For those that can't choose between roses or chocolate- the perfect combo.

Pink Hearts Oreo

When words aren't needed.

                          

                                          I love you Oreo

I do Love Oreo

When you can't say it enough.

And I can't say it enough- lesson learned.  I also can't say it enough- how much I appreciate all of you and love the time we spend bailando.  Sorry this post is late, but know it was made with  love in the heart and cafe con chocolate on the lips.   ; ♥  See you for part III.

Babushka Besos a todos.  Cuidensen.

P.S.  Actually, these oreos could have gone into the prior post- they truly are works of art.  Also, as in the prior post, no compensation was given for mentioning the product, but should the artist care to send BB some of the art she won't say no.   ; )

P.P.S.  Also sending ♥ to my comadre in computerland Grandma Juice, who let me know the battle against seriousness and cleanliness is not mine alone.  Tambien, gracias to her I now know the correct usage of  P.P.S.

Midnite Muse

Midnite, la medianoche, on Tuesdays, this is the time my Muse decides to be a minx and starts to meander in my mind.

Never mind that I know BB's blog comes out every Wednesday. Never you mind I need complete quiet... maybe that's part of the problem. Complete quiet? In a Cuban household? All together now- JU SO FONI !!!

I actually was able to have a post written a week before time, but that's like losing 5 pounds before the holidays. You lose it to look good but then start partying and gain back the 5 plus an extra 10 pounds. The time I wrote the early post I was up South, but I've been with family in Miami for almost a month now so I've gained those 10 pounds figuratively and literally.

Seriously though, what is it about waiting until the last momento? Is it perspiration over procastination that thrills me, or am I waiting for a better subject for my post? Perhaps it's both. I'm Cuban, so I'm always in a hurry to savor the good things in life. I know, Extreming.

My Midnite Muse- of course being Cuban she isn't always punctual. If I'm lucky she'll be running on time (which for Cubans is an hour late), if it's a milagro she'll be running American time (which is the actual time specified) but for the most part she starts cooking around 2 a.m. Si, 2 a.m. This is the hour she's had her cafecito and is positive hers is the only voice I hear.

Aha, a true CAP pero que vamos hacer?

Es mia, she's mine-

and besides, she's brilliant.

; )

Babushka Besos a todos. Cuidensen.